Untitled: Part two

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“So what now?”
“Bored?”
“Hell ya, aren’t you?”
“Ya, but what are we going to do? I don’t want to try and leave again.”
“Me neither, that was… ”
“Terrifying would be my word.”
“Terrifying is good. Maybe if there was a way across that… nothingness. If we could get to the streets past it.”
“I’d say I’ve never been so scared in my life, but since I haven’t even been alive for a week yet it doesn’t mean much.”
“How do you even describe that blackness?”
“It doesn’t exist for him so it doesn’t exist for us.”
“That scares the hell out of me.”
“So what do we do?”
“We made a dragon, I wonder what else we can do?”
“I wonder…”
“What?”
“There’s other files in here. Do you think we could, I don’t know, get into them?”
“We don’t know what kind of files they are though. What happens if we leave? Can we get back? Look, that one’s a recipe.”
“Herb buttermilk marinated salmon. Sounds pretty damn good to me.”
“Sure, but what about the other ones? Ring, Pirates, Toys? We don’t know what we might be jumping into. And PH A10? What’s that?”
“I don’t know, but this is getting boring and we have to do something. Why don’t we just take a peak at one or two? We’ll take the guns with us.”
“We could be getting into anything though. I’ve come to grips with being a fictional character, but I’ve only been alive for four days, I’m not ready to be deleted just yet.”
“Maybe there’s a way to just look in the files.”

“Oh, I need to think up some Tums.”
“Damn, that was good fish.”
“Too bad he doesn’t have a beer list.”
“What the hell’s a guest post?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure we could figure it out, but I think I need a nap.”

“Sleeping, I could get used to that.”
“Lookin’ forward to trying that again. Hey,let’s try making it day.”
“Good idea, I’m gettin’ a little tired of the dark.”
“Whoa!”
“Ha ha ha! Damn, did we ever mess up this place.”
“Man,that breeze feels good. Nice work shooting out the window.”
“Thanks. It’s a nice view in the day. Too bad about the smog though.”
“Dude, let’s get rid of it.”
“Much better. And what’s with the ‘dude’?”
“We sound a little too much alike, I’m trying to differentiate us.”
“Hmm. So ‘dude’?”
“It’s something.”
“Alright. So the recipe was a definite success, what now?”
“The peek we took into Stormtrooper was enough for me, I don’t want any part of that. I’m thinking of maybe checking out Toys. Seems harmless enough.”
“Stormtrooper is definitely out, but I think we should be careful with anything we decide to look at. Even though it’s called Toys it could still be dangerous.”
“Toys?”
“We don’t know what we were supposed to be doing but we sure got a hell of lotta guns here. And what about that poor Stormtrooper? At least we got nice chairs and a vending machine. Imagine being trapped on that damn ship.”
“Wonder how long he’s been on that thing?”
“What the fuck?”
“Where’s the ringing coming from?”
“It’s back on the table with the guns.”
“Lets go.”
“I didn’t notice a phone, did you?”
“No. Cell maybe?”
“That’s why, it’s one of those board room speaker phones. Makes sense.”
“Should we answer it?”
“Might as well.”
“Jesus! That’s a lot of static. Hello?”
“Sorry for the back ground noise boys, the helmet doesn’t muffle the sound very well.”
“Who is this?”
“Kel Al’leth. I’m the Stormtrooper next door.”
“Holy shit! For real?”
“Yes. I didn’t know you two were here until you looked in earlier.”
“Sorry, didn’t think anybody noticed.”
“I’ve been in there for awhile. Anything that distracts from that damn ship.” “Is he going to kill you? I can’t believe what a bastard this guy is. Is your ship going to crash?”
“Originally he’d planned on… hold on… gettin’ a little bumpy here…”
“I’m not complaining about this building anymore.”
“No shit.”
“Sorry guys. Anyway, he was going to just leave the ending open so the reader wouldn’t know what happened, but he’s got some new ideas now.”
“Excuse me, but how do you know that? “He emailed the new ideas to himself from his iPod yesterday.”
“You can look at his email?”
“There’s a thread from the file because he wrote the original story on the iPod and emailed that in too. Then he copy/pasted into my file.”
“We’re going to have to figure that one out.”
“Hey, why don’t you come over here? Get off that damn ship.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I can’t. I don’t know how you two have managed this, but my story already ended so I’m stuck here. Maybe if he opens the ending again with his new story line I can get out, but not until he does.”
“I’m really starting to hate this guy.”
“Could be worse. Be thankful you’re not in Sarah Farad’s file, The Ring. He wiped out the whole planet with an asteroid in that one. She’s been stuck in a broken section of a space station for months now. No sign of a conclusion yet.”
“Good God.”
“How could he do that? Why would he do that?”
“To him we’re just figments of his imagination, he doesn’t think of us any other way. Look, I have to get back, the other guys are starting to look at me funny. If I can get out of here could you guys help me out?”
“Absolutely.”
“We’ll get you out, friend.”
“I don’t know how you guys are managing this, but you might want to try keeping a low profile. You’re only supposed to be… hell, you’re not even an outline, you were just an image he had that he wanted to write down before he forgot. He might not be too happy with what you’ve done with the place.”
“Ok, Kel. Thanks for the advice.”
“Be careful over there. You get an opening, you call us right away.”
“Thanks guys. Out.”
“Well ,this is starting to get interesting.”

*Sorry for the way some of those sentences came out. These were copy/pasted out of my other blog and WP doesn’t seem to like that.

About: I've had this site for a long time now but didn't really know what to do with it, only that I didn't want to get rid of it. Think I'll dump out all the little stories that play in my head. Maybe that will make the voices go away.